Alara’s POVThe horn’s cry lingered long after it faded, as if the night itself remembered it.Xavier didn’t release me immediately. His hands stayed firm at my arms, thumbs pressing lightly as though to reassure both of us that this — us standing, breathing, unbroken — was real. Marcus paced beneath his skin, I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his breath sharpened. My own wolf had gone unnervingly still, ears pricked, listening.“That wasn’t one of ours,” Xavier said at last.“No,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. “And it wasn’t meant to be loud enough to reach us.”Which meant it was meant to be heard by someone else.We turned back toward the house together, steps quickening but controlled. Panic would help no one — especially not our twins. The estate loomed ahead, lights glowing warmly through tall windows, unaware of the thin fracture spreading through the night.Borrowed peace, Ronan had called it.I understood now what he meant.Inside, the air wa
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